unknownseas | WEEK 1

Well, you've now met the brains of the operation, as well as the shockingly nice-looking young lady in charge of day-to-day business. Now all that's left is to get used to your accommodations - there's 24 other people in similar shoes to yours to meet in this building, you know! And who knows how much longer you might have them...

The daily routine in the facility quickly becomes obvious - the only way to tell time moment to moment is to check the strange device The Professor gave you, but at the same time every day the lights in and out of the facility go up, and at the same time every night they go down. Otherwise, it's almost maddening sometimes, how little happens in here. At least you have a few rooms with enough to hopefully keep you occupied. Who knows what secrets they might hold? And there's always that vending machine, if you can find something that fits in the coin slot...

MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY
FRIDAY | SATURDAY

[ ooc: Welcome to Peace Week! Enjoy it while it lasts. Remember, office hours for The Professor's Assistant are over here if you're interested, while regains can be deposited over here! ]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[You know, Lif's just attempting to mind his own business today after everything that yesterday was. Honestly, this whole thing is likely gonna be a mess of epic proportions, and as far as he's concerned, it's only a matter of time before someone goes off the deep end.

Never the less, while he's...actually remembering that hey dumbass, your body needs food, there's Ema coming at him with that offer which. Gets a quirk of his brow, more than anything.]

What, me?

[He legit sounds pretty incredulous.]

Shouldn't you be saving that sort of offer for more friendly faces?

Of course you! You're a participant here, same as the rest of us, right?

[ Plus, though she can roll with the talking animals, speaking purely as a woman of science, this guy's biology seems just utterly fascinating-- ]

You don't seem that unfriendly to me. Maybe a little reserved? But that's nothing a good meal won't help solve.

[ Not to mention, she's extremely curious to see how he eats... ]

[...

You know, he was perfectly prepared to go on his way and decline her offer, but she's being so friendly and kind. He needs to keep his distance, especially in this situation, but...

Lif crosses his arms, briefly staring down Ema before his eyes close and he acquiesces.]

If you believe that will be the case...then very well. I doubt I'll make for very good company, but I see no harm in joining you.

[Lead the way, Ema.]

Oh, I think that's nonsense. Everyone has the potential to make for good company, and I'm sure you're no exception.

[ Off we go! ]

You're Lif, right? Sorry, I couldn't help glancing at the profiles and all. I'm Ema, and I'm a forensic investigator.

[Lif shakes his head a bit at Ema's statement; they'll certainly see about it, at any rate.]

It's alright; I've...at least tried to do the same. I'm still trying to learn how to use what we have been given.

[Even so...]

What exactly is a forensic investigator? I'm afraid I'm unfamiliar with the terminology.

So, I'm glad you asked! I feel like you're not the only one who wouldn't know, but I think that it's probably important to understand.

[ Maybe there's a hint of a brag in her voice? But she's smirking like the cat that swallowed the canary. ]

A forensic investigator goes to places where crimes have happened and helps to figure out who did it. And there are lots of different ways that I do that, with all kinds of different tools and tricks, but the most important way is making sure that I find and analyze any physical evidence at the scene of the crime. That means anything that the culprit leaves behind, whether it's a footprint or a piece of clothing, I can take it and use it to narrow down the perp. With me?

[Well, someone looks pleased. Lif listens intently, though; forensic investigators aren't exactly something that they've ever had, but it sounds like she plays one hell of an integral role. If only they had people like her in his time period...]

I follow. It sounds...essentially, as if you're tracing the path of the crime itself, based on the evidence you're able to gather. Would that be a correct assumption to make?

[Honestly, were this years prior, this sounds like something he wouldn't mind doing himself.]

That's a pretty good way of putting it! It's extremely rare for a crime to take place and the culprit to not leave a single piece of evidence. Even if it's something extremely small, like a lock of hair, there are ways I can use that to form an educated guess as to the culprit's identity...of course, I need the right tools for the job to do it precisely, but that's more or less my line of work.

[Huh. That actually piques Lif's interest even more--]

You would be able to use even simple locks of hair as evidence? [He sounds intrigued as hell, honestly.] That's quite fascinating, that something so small would be able to lead one to the culprit...if we had such methods where I come from, we would be able to solve our own problems of crime much faster.

Your field of work is very remarkable, Ema. I can see why you take such pride in it.

Well, it's the thing I've wanted to do since I was a little girl, really. My sister Lana brought me this book when I was a kid..."Scientific Investigation". I'll never forget it. I read it cover to cover so many times that I'm surprised I don't have it all memorized still...

[ But that said, she's getting too caught up in "let's remember". Deep breath-- ]

Anyway, like I said, with the right tools, something that a culprit might find insignificant like a fiber from their clothing or a footprint in the dirt could be a huge boon for me. Technology's come a pretty long way, too, so we're always finding new ways to make it quicker and easier...

[Lif doesn't really mind the memories; honestly, if he had more of an ability to express anything, he'd probably be smiling at the thought.]

It certainly sounds like it. I can scarcely imagine how many years it must have taken to invent technology at such a level.

[But--it looks like we're in the dining room! Lif will politely step aside so Ema can get her food first--ladies first, after all.]

I take it you're not from 2028, then?

[ Let's see, will it be sandwiches this time? Maybe something sweet; thinking requires sugar, after all... ]

I can't help but be curious about your background, really. Everyone here seems to come from such interesting places...I feel like I'm a bit mundane, in comparison.

[...Considering he goes pretty silent after Ema says that, no, he hasn't. It takes him a few seconds to get his bearings, trying not to look so wide-eyed and dumbfounded, but--]

No, unfortunately. You're...about a millennia ahead of where I come from.

[which is already getting a lot of "WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK" mentally but she doesn't need to know that!!]

You're far from mundane, I assure you. Though I suppose that's only relative, depending on the person in question, right? One person's mundane is another person's mystical, and vice versa.

WEEK 1

lunch!!

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject